Snappy September - Day Two - Brotherly Love
















This one is of my nephews from over three years ago. It's pre our Trinity Gardens SA renovation when the blue couch from 1996 was still around and covered in coffee splotches and the mat beside it had enough spilt wine for the dog to lie on and sniff intently whenever she had a spare moment.

Back to the brothers. Neither of them were aware that I took the picture, with Jack the youngest (and therefore the one underneath, besieged) being more interested in defending himself; and Matthew the oldest doing his best to do what big brothers have been doing since sibling slap fights first started around the camp fire in the Stone Age.

I have my own brothers to thank for my arsenal of sneaky self defence techniques. Having one brother two years older and one two years younger than myself meant that I was frequently required to participate in brother-bashing and the value of a well-timed dead leg, hen peck, type writer, Chinese burn, brandy throw, neck pinch and gut punch are not to be underestimated.

My daughter Sapphire is an only, so her weapons of choice are considerably less violent but no less effective. So far, responding to an eight year old classmate saying 'You're hot' in year three with 'And you're an unsophisticated bonehead' has held her in good stead.

As has, 'Mum, when you get Alzheimers it's not going to be an unpleasant shock for you,' said to me - with an eye roll for added emphasis - just last week.